When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:
And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.
In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.
Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”
So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”
I haven’t laughed so hard in ages
THIS WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE POST
TONIGHT, MY BUCKET, WE RIDE TO FREEDOM!
FOR NARNIA! AND FOR ASLAN!
WE RIDE AT DAWN
Bruh we used these fucking buckets for everyone’s lunchboxes and there were people designated to haul it down to the...